Walker (Bowen Boys, #1)(35)
He heard her scream, but she held him to her. Even as he knew he should stop before it was too late, he tore at her flesh. Lapping the blood with his tongue, he grabbed her hips, tilted her tighter to him, and came deep inside of her again. When she came with him, around him, grabbing at his cock with her sheath, he knew what he’d done.
He’d not just let his cat mark her, but he’d changed her. Caitlynne would be cat. That is if she survived the change. He lifted his head when she went limp. Christ, she was covered in blood. And it wasn’t until he pulled away from her that he realized that she’d bitten him too. He moved off the bed and tried to think.
He’d never changed anyone before, but he’d heard that humans as a whole didn’t survive it most of the time. He thought he’d read the chances of survival were like three percent. Walker reached for his cell phone as he went to the bathroom and got a washcloth to see how much damage he’d done. Looking in the mirror shocked him.
She’d not just bitten him, but had torn at his throat as well. Deep marks from her teeth were covered in blood as well as where her nails had dug into his chest. Turning, he could see where she’d marked up his back as well. Going back to the bed, his call was answered the same time that Caitlynne moaned.
“Mom? I’ve…Christ, I didn’t mean to. I didn’t even…she can’t die. I won’t allow her to. What do I do?”
His mom was quiet for what seemed to him like hours. When she spoke, he wanted to snarl at her it wasn’t funny. The humor in her voice made him think that she’d lost her mind.
“I take it you’ve gone beyond marking her and you’ve begun the change. What does she think of this?” She laughed again. “She’ll be fine, Walker. Congratulations.”
“I don’t want to be congratulated for this,” he snarled in the phone. “What the hell do I do to stop it? She and I…we were making…Christ, I didn’t even know it was going to happen. It just…I…Mom, she doesn’t know what to expect. She’ll die. Christ, Khan will kill her. Kill us both.”
“Now you listen to me, young man. That girl is a lot smarter than you or anyone else gives her credit for. Of course she won’t die. I believe she’s just too stubborn to let that happen.” She took a deep breath. “As for Khan? Don’t worry about him. If he doesn’t come to accept her, then it’ll be his loss. That girl will be fine. Just fine.”
“She’s not waking up.” He flushed when he explained to her that they’d been having sex when he happened. “What do I do to keep her from dying?”
“I’d go and run her a nice bath. She won’t be happy to be covered in blood when she wakes. I’m assuming that you bit her hard.” He said he had torn at her throat. “Good. That’s the best way. Quicker and much easier on you.”
He didn’t care how easy it was on him, it was her that he was worried about. He told his mom that she had bit him too and she laughed. He thought when this was over, he was having his mother committed. She had lost it.
“She took more of you into her, Walker. It’s the best way for her to get through this. Clean her up and keep her warm. In a few hours or less, knowing her, she’ll be up and ready to kick your ass for making such a fuss about this.”
Christ, he hoped so. He really did.
Chapter Twelve
Warren read the list of things that had been found in Jerry’s cell. He was still having trouble wrapping his head around the fact that he had all of it, much less the stuff that had been on most of it. Phone numbers notwithstanding, there was the video of McCray’s house going up that had disturbed him the most. The other surveillance videos made him realize that he’d been having her watched for months. Almost as long as Jerry had been under arrest.
“We’ve located Carvey. He’s in lockdown. He said he’d give you all you wanted on Garrett if you’d not kill him.” Marshall David, his only trusted friend and lover, sat on the big couch and stretched. “He seems to think we might need him alive far more than we do dead.”
“Do you think he has more than this?” He swept his hand over the top of his desk that was covered in files and papers of transcripts that had been found on the phone and iPad they’d found in Jerry’s cell. “Most of this stuff here is enough to bury him with the electrodes still attached to his worthless body.”
Marshall shrugged. “He claims that Garrett made a few calls before he offed himself. Said he hired a man to take out Lynne as well as you. Said he knows the name as well as method.”
“Do you believe him?”
Again, Marshall shrugged. He knew there was no sense in pushing him. He would get to the point, if he had one, in due time. Warren picked up one of the pictures that had been on the phone and stared at it.
“The Ingrams, the men who took her from her house and beat the shit out of her, were killed execution style. We went to their last known and found them too. They’ve been dead about two weeks. About the time her house went up. Bullet to the head for them, both hands behind backs, and on their knees best we can tell. Hard to tell with them all wrapped up like they were. Someone, Conrad probably, didn’t want them to tell.”
Tell what, he wondered, but Marshall continued.
“The explosion is being considered a murder scene. The guy that was killed, he was one of Garrett’s too. The man was a sleeper as far as we can tell.”